Author: HoldenHitHollywood
Rating: R
Pairings: Tommy/Merton slash (duh)
Summary: A dance. Evolution. Emotion.
Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with BWOC, and am making no profit off of this story. It is simply for enjoyment.
Tommy sits in the chair near Merton's desk, looking at him from the corner of his eye. The pale, black-haired boy sits on the bed, enveloped in a world all his own, emanating sadness. Tommy wants to reach out, to touch, to carress. He wants to hold him, make everything okay again. He sees the corner's of Merton's mouth, slightly turned down, pink fading into pale. Wants to kiss away the pain trapped in that frown. Release it, and create a new energy in the room. Finally, he takes the initiative.
It takes Merton a moment to realise that the stereo is on. Colorblind is playing softly through the speakers, and Tommy stands before him, wordless, offering his hand. Merton sighs, takes it. His soft pale skin contrasts nicely with Tommy's darker tan, and Merton finds himself marveling at the difference, and yet the sameness of it. And Tommy is thinking similar thoughts as he pulls Merton up flush against him. He feels warm breath on his neck, and eyelashes lightly tickling his cheek. Through thin black cotton he can feel the heartbeat, slow and steady, and gaining as they move.
Merton entwines his fingers with Tommy's. Palm to palm, skin on skin, and he likes the feel of it; it's so real. Like nothing ever was or has been. Like the earth; you can touch it, taste it, and know you're a part of it. Tommy gently moves his hand from Merton's and never breaks contact. Moves it up his arm. Down his side. To the small of his lover's back, holding him up. Merton sighs into the vulnerable skin of Tommy's neck, touches his lips to it. The whole universe is beginning to slip away from him, forming into something new.
Soon there's just skin and softness, and endless space stretching out and stretching out into each other's eyes. Stars and blackness that take shape, move, and reform. The only constant is pale against tan, and still no way to tell where one begins and the other ends. Fingers slipping slowly out of view, carressing, and tongue, lips, every part searching for meaning on the vast scape of pale flesh. Contact everywhere, churning, beautiful chaos that moans and gasps and yearns for more. The air all around and outside of them is calm, but this new place is warm, vibrant, undulating with life.
The stars turn inside out and invert, becoming again and again. Everything is connected, felt, like the earth. Two collide and become one, become what they always have been. Even in the quiet after, there is still the endlessness of both; vast and different and whole. Merton slips slowly around in encircling arms, warm and safe. Tommy breathes in his scent, and aches, even in the fullfilment of the moment. His other half finds where they fit together, body to body, loose and comfortable. It's warm, and sleep tugs at their eyelids. Reality isn't that far off, but bearable now. Things are communicated without words, just a touch, a look, a feeling, and it's known. The world can wait, and it fades to distant dreams as they let sleep take them.